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@liketorchwork No Place Like Home (Decor)

Unlike many, Ozpin doesn’t necessarily want too many reminders of his home world. He’s long since come to terms that what Remnant’s become is a nightmare abandoned by the gods (and perhaps part of the blame lies with him as well). Still, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss any of it, especially his home in Vale and his school, beacon. So inevitable remains the visit to one of the various little sales in the ward.

Walking and browsing aimlessly among the pieces of furniture at first, it takes a double take to confirm the impossible, stopping in his tracks.

An amber eye trails along the form of something the headmaster never thought he’d see again. A very large desk, filled with moving clockwork and cogs stands  by itself at the back of the lot. Just walking up to it brings with it a sense of deja-vu, of entering his old office. Gently, a trembling hand reaches out to lightly trace the edge, the fear of it simply vanishing as a mirage seizing his heart as he does so. But it’s real. It’s really here. 

A soft smile start blooming on his face- only to freeze as he glances up to see someone he wishes were a trick of the mind. At the other end of the desk, stands one Roman Torchwick, one of the main culprits behind his school falling in the first place.

“Don’t.” Is all he says. What a cheerful greeting.

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@luckbinds The Lake of Koi

     It’s far too early for this, Ozpin knows. The sun’s barely begun to set and people are still coming back from their fishing trips. But he approaches the water regardless, small raft cradled in his hands. There’s a reason he’s here now. The first time he lost the nerve, didn’t think he deserved to try, but arriving early and single-mindedly will hopefully alleviate the guilt and hesitation holding him back. 

    It’s just one raft, one candle. It won’t affect anything; the party its for probably will never know it exists but it’s important all the same. To him. So gently he sets the raft afloat in the water, holding his breath as he lights the candle (his mild pyrophobia wouldn’t get in the way of this either). A gentle push sends it on its way, with one simple wish: 

I’m sorry; Be well.

    After a moment, Oz moves to stand from where he was kneeling. It’s done. As he turns to leave however, he freezes in his tracks. Right down the shore, returns one small boat from fishing. It’s occupant thanking the Kappa with a casual shrug, the occupant who shouldn’t be there why is he there- he just set out the raft why now?

   Their eyes meet across the distance. Ozpin feels the color drain from his face, fear and guilt settling in immediately. But strangely, Qrow Branwen doesn’t scowl back or stalk away. Instead, he walks over, clearly confused and surprised to see the headmaster at all, but with little to no negativity behind it.

   Somehow that scares him even more, but... but he smiles. There’s no running from this. Whatever it is.

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@sunips  A Roarin’ Borealis Skating Rink

    Well, Ozpin’s glad his phobia isn’t related to heights.

    The imaginative skating rink that sets up at night in Fibonacci has garnered more than one visit from the wizard. Oz finds it fascinating; what sort of magic is allowing them to skate on what appears to just be flowing light, fluxing softly in several breathtaking colors? Is it magic? Some sort of science the elites in Fibonacci have set up? It’s hard to tell, and to be honest after a few minutes of skating, he always forgets to think deeper on the matter.

    Admittedly, Ozpin isn’t paying the closest attention when someone races by uncomfortably close and almost knocking him off balance. When he next looks up after making sure he’s in no danger of falling he sees that the figure has screeched a halt several feet ahead, looking at him a little dumb-foundedly.

  Ah. That’s-

  “Mister Wukong,” he calls in greeting as the distance between them closes, “This does seem like the kind of activity you would enjoy- how are you?”

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@highcurrent CraftPunk

     Curiosity still calls as strongly as it always has to Ozpin. The opportunity to watch as others built their own machines and devices using the technology of Fibonacci isn’t one he can pass up, not when he lives so close by anyway. Of course, he’s considered perhaps building something himself- something close to the gears and mechanisms that comprised his old office, but for the moment he’s content to just take in the creativity of others.

At least until he spots a familiar head of blue hair and pair of goggles catches his eye.

There’s a moment of hesitation, the unfortunate new norm whenever approaching anyone from Remnant these days, but eventually he presses forward to walk up beside the young man and see what he’s working on in this sea of creation.

“Mr. Vasilias,” Oz offers in amicable greeting, “Didn’t expect to see you here. Enjoying yourself I hope?”

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@blessedsckura Seed Growing Ceremony

To be perfectly honest, Ozpin, dressed up formally as he nearly always is, attends this ceremony only to satisfy his continued curiosity in the mystery that has been the Dormant Seed of Cotes ward. His invested interest in the seed started a long long time ago, and, now that there’s finally been signs of development, the wizard refuses to waste an opportunity to see it again up close- to perhaps get a closer look and idea as to what’s changed (beyond the obvious link to Fantasia).

All the participants are stood in a small line to be given the receptacles of water they’ll be offering to the plant and garden in the middle of the ceremony. Oz glances around in interest at the varied line up of natives and off-worlders present, his remaining eye pausing at the smaller figure next to him. She seems a bit nervous.

“Exciting isn’t it?” the man asks softly, deciding to try a small conversation while they wait. Perhaps it will help. “That we get to partake in act of watering it ourselves.”